The closer they drew to the Centaur camp, the more Centaurs they encountered. Gradually, Yu Lin Bloodhawk and his troops could see Centaurs scrambling about the camp in panic. Now and then, squads of Frostwolf Rangers riding frost wolves flashed past on either flank like lightning, unleashing volleys of Rain of Arrows the instant they appeared and ruthlessly reaping Centaur lives. Only then did Yu Lin Bloodhawk order his troops to slow down, maintain formation, and advance steadily.
The Centaurs were in a miserable state. The Gryphon Riders circling overhead kept dropping Explosive Bombs, making it impossible for them to concentrate their forces anywhere. Even gathering in small groups was extremely difficult. If they scattered, however, the Gryphon Riders picked them off one by one. Anyone who dared step forward to command received special attention. Worse still were the Frostwolf Rangers on white wolf mounts along both sides of the camp, firing dense volleys of arrows. Their arrows were not only numerous but uncannily accurate and immensely powerful. A single hit essentially left a Centaur incapacitated or dead. Whenever the Centaurs tried to retaliate, the Frostwolf Rangers flashed past and vanished into the night before they could act. Then there was no telling when the next squad would suddenly appear, or where they would come from.
As Sylvanas's Frostwolf Clan Regiment swept along both flanks, ruthlessly harvesting lives in successive swathes like wheat, the Centaur forces were forced to brave the bombs dropped by the Gryphon Riders overhead and gradually retreat toward the central camp.
The Gryphon Riders circling overhead went wild as well. Still daring to gather your troops? Just how little do you bastards think of us? Instead of diving in twos and threes to drop their bombs, they began diving and bombing by the squad, ten riders